HOOKED ON YOU (Paradise Cove) (25 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Colt could feel Taylor’s eyes on him, and was miffed enough to turn his back on her. How often did he have to prove his feelings for her, only to be shut down? He didn’t want anyone else, but if she didn’t feel the same way, well, he wasn’t going to remain celibate forever.

Now what was Jennifer saying? Something about grabbing a table together. “Sure. I don’t see why not.” He took a sip from his scotch, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Taylor storming toward the bar. By the way her shoulders were set, her back like a rod, and the icy glare she gave him, she was not happy. That made two of them.

“So, how do you like the Keys?” he asked Jennifer, who was looking up at him with the adoring expression he’d hoped to see on Taylor’s face. “You ever been here before?”

“Yes, about ten years ago. Right after high school graduation. A few of my friends and I took a road trip. We stopped in Myrtle Beach for a few days, then visited Disney World in Orlando for a crazy time. Finally got to Key West and stayed for a week. It was awesome.” She stretched her back, giving him an eyeful of her busty chest. He preferred just a handful himself. Like Taylor’s.

Damn! Why the hell did he have to compare every woman to her? He’d bet his left nut that if he invited Jennifer down to his boat tonight, she’d be all over it. Wouldn’t give a good goddamn if he’d been married before or not. What had that been about anyway? They weren’t kids. They had pasts. It was the future he was interested in.

He turned his attention back to the luscious lady beside him. “Sounds like you girls had a blast.”

“We did. So how about you? Lived here long?” She sipped from her champagne, her eyes never leaving his face.

“We moved to Florida when I was sixteen. I grew up in New York.”

“I thought I detected a northern accent.” She smiled. “Where abouts?”

“Long Island for the most part. Dad had an apartment in the city, which he used mainly for work.”

“Sounds pretty nice.”

“I guess. Things happened. My parents got a divorce, and Mom took my sister and me to Miami.”

“Are they still there?” she asked.

“Yes. They have their own real estate company. Wanted me to join them, but that kind of life wasn’t for me. Came to the Keys.”

“So.” She gave him an accessing look. “The charter business is good?”

“If you mean profitable, probably not.” He grinned. “But I like it here. During the season, “Bait Me” is pretty much booked every day. In the summer, I make a living by fishing.”

“I’d love to go out on your boat sometime. I’m staying another five days.” She finished her champagne, and held out her glass for a waiter to refill.

The waiter was Miguel. He nodded at Colt. “Another scotch, Colt?”

“Not yet, thanks, Miguel. But I’ll have some of those oysters that Juanita is carrying around—when she has a moment.”

“I’ll let her know. She’s filling up another tray.”

Jennifer spoke up. “Did I see a tray of crab cakes?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’ll get that out too.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Colt said, watching Miguel hurry off.

“So, I was asking you if I could get out on your boat sometime?” Jennifer tilted her head and gave him a flirtatious smile.

“Sure. We could probably arrange that.” Leaning against the railing, he glanced around the pool. He spotted Taylor speaking with her mother and an older guy with graying hair. Kinda had that smooth George Clooney look. He’d bet his other nut that the guy was a doctor down at Mount Sinai. Brilliant, successful, everything he wasn’t. Probably thought his shit didn’t stink.

Colt turned his back once more, concentrating on the fading sun over the ocean. Jennifer leaned over the railing as well. “It sure is pretty. I can see why Kayla loves it here. I’m more of a city girl, I guess, but I could get used to this.”

“It gets in your blood. When I want to do something special, I can always fly away for a few days, but I don’t get that urge very often.”

“What do you get the urge to do?” She asked it quietly, but the meaning was clear from the look in her eye, and they way she shifted so her breasts brushed up against his arm.

“Well, I don’t have a whole lot of urges either. I have a ten-year-old boy that lives with me, and between him and my business, well there isn’t much free time.”

The sparkle in her eye dimmed and he was almost sorry he’d mentioned Jamie. But Jamie was the most important thing in his life. Getting laid was a distant second. “Oh. You’re married?” She glanced down at his ring finger which hadn’t seen a ring on it for the past year.

“Not any more. Divorced.”

“Oh!” She grinned. “I went through one of those. Not much fun, is it?”

“No. Pretty crappy, matter-of-fact. Not such a picnic for Jamie either, getting shuffled back and forth. His mom lives in an apartment just south of here. She’s a nurse at the Lower Keys Medical Center. Got a boyfriend down there. A resident doctor. Which is quite a few steps up from someone who catches fish for a living.”

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I see.”

“Well, just telling it the way it is.” He shifted toward the other guests again. Taylor was laughing with the George Clooney look-a-like.

“If you’re happy, it doesn’t matter what you do. Bottom line, that’s all that counts.”

“I am happy. Sure beats working in an office or cutting into people all day.”

She snorted with laughter. “You are too funny. Come on, let’s grab another drink and a table before they’re all gone.”

He gave Taylor another look, but she seemed to have forgotten him already. “Sure. Sounds good.”

* * *

Taylor turned just in time to see Jennifer and Colt refilling their drinks at the bar. She watched them leave the pool area and take the stairs to the beach. They headed over to the reception area, found a nice view table, then he pulled out a chair for Jennifer and sat down. They didn’t have any formal seating arrangements, but she had thought he’d be eating with her.

She bit her lip, fuming inside. Her eyes smarted, and she wanted to smack something. Like his too-handsome face. She could see him leaning in Jennifer’s direction and their shoulders bumped as they laughed over something he’d said. If she hadn’t acted like an idiot over the fact he’d been married once, she might be sitting with him now. He’d be whispering nice things in her ear, smiling at her.

Sean had been married and had a child too, but that hadn’t stopped Kayla from loving him. Yet it was more than that. She wanted to believe in happily-ever-afters, but deep inside she knew it was a lie. Life didn’t come with guarantees. And she wasn’t the sort to gamble. That’s why she continued to push Colt away. Not because he’d been married before, or had an eye for the ladies. She believed him when he said he didn’t want anyone but her. The real problem was, as much as she cared for him, she was afraid to risk her heart.

She was the problem. Not him. And it wasn’t fair to keep him dangling. He deserved companionship, a loving woman to share a part of his life with. If he found it tonight—even for a few hours—she should be happy for him. After all, he’d offered it to her plenty of times and she kept turning him down. Always wanting to play it safe. Avoiding heartache at any cost.

Glancing at them again, she had to admit that Colt seemed more than content to be where he was. And more than likely he would get what he wanted tonight. Not with her, but with someone else. Brittany had warned her that she might send him into another woman’s arms, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. Not tonight.

This was her sister’s wedding, dammit! Nobody had the right to mess with that. Nobody. Not some hot-to-trot dame from Philadelphia who would be going back to her real world soon. And not Colton Travis either.

He should respect her enough to wait for another evening. Another woman. Someone she didn’t know. Not a guest of theirs—a long time friend of Kayla’s. Not in front of her. It was wrong, wrong, wrong.

She wanted to be with him again. To share his hot kisses and feel his hands and mouth everywhere. He had been the best lover she’d ever known. She remembered every detail of their night together, and relived it day after day, all alone in her bed. And yet she’d sent him away. This was her doing, and she just had to suck it up. Timing in life was everything, and this wasn’t their time. How many times had she told herself, and him, that?

Dr. John Sinclair came up to her and put his hand on her back. “Your mother would like to get a table. Will you be joining us?”

She turned with a forced smile. “I will indeed.” She pranced along beside him and her mom, who kept up a lively chatter with the handsome doctor.

Taylor would have chosen a table on the far side, away from Colt and Jennifer, but John took the decision out of her hands. He pulled a chair out for her mother, and Anna sat down like the Queen herself. She had one of those little Chinese decorated fans that they sell in junk shops and she fanned herself prettily, giving John fond looks behind lowered lashes. It was almost embarrassing to watch.

Although this was the last table she would have chosen because of it’s proximity to two people she preferred to ignore, it did have the nicest water view. Now that the sun had set, the sky was a mauve and pink shade, and the ocean glimmered with the help from the tiki torches. On any night this would be extremely romantic, but she was sitting with a guy who was a little too full of himself and
her mother
.

Only two tables away Colt sat with a pretty young woman, who unlike herself, drooled over him. She kept touching his arm, inching her chair closer and closer, like she wanted to end up in his lap. It was all too obvious that Colt,
her
Colt would not be lacking for female companionship tonight. And she didn’t like it. Not one bit.

She shot him a look, and catching it, he lifted an eyebrow. Dammit, if it didn’t make him sexier than he already was. He gave her a slight nod and a half smile, which she determined to mean—see, I got lucky. Thanks for the tip.

She grimaced, and wiped her sweaty hands on the napkin. “So, John. Are you in the same field as Sean? A cardio surgeon?”

He smiled. “You mean cardiac surgeon. No, I’m not. I’m a lung guy. A pulmonologist. I do get to see too many of Sean’s patient’s though. After cardiac surgery they are highly susceptible to catching pneumonia. If they return to the hospital after they’ve been released from his care, more often than not, it’s to see me.”

“Why, that’s terrible. Isn’t it, Mom? To get deathly ill again when their immune system is down, well, that just sucks.”

“I’ll tell you what sucks,” Anna said. “I’m out of wine. John, dear, would you mind waving over that waiter?” While he was distracted, her mother leaned close and whispered, “What are you doing? Why are you with us, instead of saving your boyfriend from that barracuda over there?”

“She’s not a barracuda. And besides, even if she is, it’s obvious that he doesn’t mind. She’ll be leaving at the end of the week, so it’ll be one night of hot sex and it’s Hasta La Vista, baby!” Taylor shrugged. “So let him have a good time. What do I care?”

“A lot more than you let on. I’ve seen you sending him looks all night. Your face is beet red right now, and your skin is all prickly. That means something.”

“Yeah. That I’m allergic to him. I get this every time he’s near. And my breathing gets bad too. Maybe I need a lung doctor.” She glanced at John, then back to her mother. Leaning over she whispered in her ear. “You like him?”

She nodded and blushed like a girl. “And you?” she asked.

“Not like that.”

Her mother beamed and Taylor excused herself and got up from the table. She sashayed over to Colt’s table and put her hands on his shoulders. She smiled at Jennifer. “Everything all right, here? Is Colt being attentive? He’s one of our favorite people here at the Cove.”

“I’m sure he is,” Jennifer said with a big smile for him. “He’s been awesome. He was telling me about his son, and I told him I’d love to meet him. We were trying to figure out a time when we could all go snorkeling together.”

“Really?” Taylor dropped her hands and moved to Colt’s side. “Aren’t you a little busy for a snorkeling trip? You’re booked with Sean’s father and brother-in-law tomorrow. And we’ve pretty much got you working all week.”

“Jennifer said she could take a few extra days and stay over.” His eyes locked with Taylor’s, and he put his hands in the air. “I’ve been telling Jennifer that this is a crazy week with the wedding guests, but that I’d do my best to fit her in.”

Taylor felt heat radiating from her. Like her skin was on fire. Especially when he turned to his new best friend with a smile, and put his arm casually around the back of her chair. “Right?”

“Right.” Jennifer bumped his shoulder. “You might see me snorkeling tomorrow over by the pier. Hear it’s a great place to see plenty of fish.”

Taylor gnashed her teeth. She’d never had a hissy fit, but could feel one coming on. “There is certainly a lot of fish in the sea. I’ve been telling Colt that. He’s divorced, you know.”

“So he said.” Jennifer gazed up at her. “He also has a son living at home.”

“Well…yes…” Taylor sputtered, furious to see amusement in Colt’s eyes. “But Jamie spends weekends with his mother.”